Monday, Wednesday and Friday, she ate lunch at the library. She had two part-time employees, but budgetary restrictions meant she was alone until one o’clock on these three days. It was usually quiet in the mornings, but a lot of people liked to run into the library on their lunch hours, and she wanted it to be open for them. She didn’t mind eating at the front counter, and the library patrons didn’t mind either. In fact, some of her regulars had started bringing her treats for lunch. She loved Mrs. Casey’s apple muffins, and Mr. Johnson’s wife made the best scones, and always sent along fresh homemade strawberry jam to have with them. Today was different. She just couldn’t seem to settle in at the front desk. It was all Mike’s fault. It was just her luck that he’d caught her when she’d snuck back to her office to grab some papers and plug in the fan. She was just thankful none of the library regulars had come looking for her. That would have been embarrassing and would have led to all kinds of gossip and speculation.
